long time.”
“Oh.” Pride floods my chest. “Good.”
She chews her lip. “Did you make any calls about Scout?”
“Yes. I am in contact with a man in Brawn’s inner circle.” I worry about telling her the next part. “He tells me that Easton has brought your sister to his home. She is in no danger, he says, but he is not willing to grant this meeting yet.”
“Grant this meeting?” She shoves my T-shirt sleeves up to her elbows, but they slide back down and I try not to sigh over her cuteness. That might not prove wise when she’s irritable. “Who does he think he is?”
I hold up a hand. “Let me finish. There will be a phone call.” I glance at the clock on the wall. “Your sister will be allowed to call at one o’clock. Does this please you, Whitney?”
Her features soften. “Yes. For now. I still need to see her to be sure she’s all right, but a phone call is great.” She smiles at me. “Thank you, Maxim.”
The crowded feeling below my collar bones forces me to clear my throat. “You will trust me to arrange meeting with your sister soon?”
“Yes.”
I give a satisfied grunt. “Very good.”
Whitney saunters around the gym, trailing her finger over my equipment, and I have to restrain myself from stomping after her. Picking her up and crushing her to my chest. Rocking and kissing her. Making her tell me once again how well she slept.
“So are you going to show me some moves?” she asks, giving me a flirtatious look.
I cock my head. “You want to learn mixed martial arts?”
Her shoulder shrug is swallowed up in my borrowed T-shirt. “I’ve been watching it for a long time. Usually me and Scout sit in front of the television and pray to the gambling gods that my father doesn’t lose his bets. I guess, because of that, I’ve kind of resented the sport. But you changed that last night. You were so…powerful. I want to feel powerful, too.”
Her calling me powerful winds me. Humbles me. “I understand this desire.”
“You do?” She stops behind the bench press. “Weren’t you born powerful, though?”
“Nyet, kotik. I was born poor in Astrakhan. The fishing industry died and my father could no longer provide. I got started in shipbuilding when I was fourteen. And after the work day ended, there were fights. Illegal ones. I saw the money that could be made and knew it could support my family. So I started carrying heavy materials, lifting and learning to punch. To kick. Where the weak spots are located on a man’s body. When I joined those fights, I lost. But then I grew. And grew.”
She smiles. “And you started to win.”
“Yes. My first real win came last night, though.” Thump thump thump goes my heart. “First one to matter.”
Her lips part on a breath, the blue of her eyes softening.
We look at each other a long while across the gym, until I finally shake myself. “You asked to learn some moves. We will start at beginner speed.”
“Okay.”
“Get into a fighter’s stance. Like this.” I show her, turning at an angle and bending my knees slightly. “Fists up. Always guard your face.”
She nods earnestly, a concentration line between her light brows. “What now?”
“Now you learn jab. Stay on the balls of your feet. Always be moving.”
It is one of the greatest delights of my life, watching her dance around on her toes in my T-shirt. “What am I jabbing?” she asks.
“Me.”
“Where?”
I slap my stomach. “Right here. You won’t hurt me.”
Her left hand fires out and strikes in the center of my abdomen. I think. I barely feel a thing. But she sucks in a breath and pulls her hand back, cradling it to her chest. “Ow. Ow!”
The blood drains out of my face. “Whitney!”
“It’s okay,” she says with a wince, shaking out her hand. “I’m fine.”
“Let me see.” I pull her toward me and examine her knuckles, cursing the very day I was born when I find them red and swollen. “Ah, kotik. Baby. I am so sorry.” I kiss each of her knuckles. “I’ve never had a woman punch me before. I didn’t think. Forgive me.”
“I told you it’s fine.” She shakes her head at me. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
My stomach churns. I’ve only had my girl for one day and already I have made her sore and red in two places. “We go get some ice.”
“Maxim, I don’t need any. I promise.”
“Da?”
“Da.”
I blow out an unsteady breath. “Then